that my show starts and I don’t want either of you in here.”
Jack sighs and goes to the back of the apartment to pack his stuff, but Joanne doesn’t take her eyes off me.
I stare back at her and coolly drink my glass of wine. She is looking to see if I am going to breakdown in front of her but I won’t. My feelings with Jack were beginning to fade and frankly, this was a lot easier having to break up with him myself because I sucked at stuff like that.
Jack comes back out the room with a large suitcase and rolls it to the door.
“I’m sorry that it had to end like this,” he says. “But I thought you would put up a fight for me.”
“Why? You already made your decision? What more did you want me to do?” I ask him.
“I don’t know, but I never thought that you would let me go so easily,” he says.
I wave my hand at him as they leave the apartment. I finish off my wine and let out a sigh.
I know that Joanne hates me but I never thought that she would sleep with my boyfriend.
But then again, I would put nothing past her. She hates me and I hate her. It’s the one thing we have in common.
I flip through the mail, noticing that my magazines have come in and I see a picture of billionaire Archer Phillips on one of the covers. Now that’s the kind of guy I need in my life. I’m pretty sure that being his girlfriend would be a lot better than Jack’s girlfriend any day.
I walk into the living room and turn on the TV to watch my favorite show to forget that this day ever happened.
Things will get better.
I still have my job, my health, and I’ve just made a new investment in a technology company that I’m sure will provide a silver lining to my life.
Chapter 1
My mouth drops open as I read the medical file.
My new patient is the Archer Phillips - the infamous billionaire playboy, charming socialite and headline hunter.
The man whose father left him a billion dollar pharmaceutical company - which supplies almost every hospital and pharmacy in the US. It was a big responsibility when it was handed to him ten years ago, when he was just eighteen years old. He was expected to rule the company with the same vigor that his father did. He was expected to be shaking hands with Presidents, holidaying in the Swiss Alps and working twelve hours a day.
Problem was, Archer wasn’t ready for that life.
Saying he liked to party would be a massive understatement.
That’s what we all saw in the newspapers every weekend.
The papers loved him and he seemed to love having his face in the paper – along with a string of stunningly beautiful women.
I thought he would have grown out of it. I thought the responsibility of running a billion dollar company would have taken precedence over wild parties.
But ten years later, it seems nothing has changed.
And by the way he has acted in that decade, I am surprised that he was still able to grow the business even further.
He must have amazing staff working for him.
According to his file, Archer was admitted after he fell off of a balcony at one of his fancy parties over in the Hamptons - aka Rich People County.
Of course, he was drunk.
The fall must have been quite high because he has caused injury to his lower back.
The notes also state that he also can’t remember much about what happened, so he may also have slight amnesia or could be suffering from shock. My guess is that it’s a little of both. He’s also on tons of painkillers to ease the pain of the injuries he’s suffered.
I place the file down and walk toward the hospital bed.
This isn’t just any hospital bed either. This hospital room would be like a fancy hotel for the average person. I work as a nurse in the best hospital in the country.
And I love my job.
As I look over the still body of Archer, even through all of the cuts and bruises, he still looks impossibly handsome.
Even more handsome than the pictures I have seen in the papers.
His body is strong and